There is No “I” in Limbo
Stainless steel cleaves the onion in two. A sulphurous tang rises, stinging eyes, blurring vision. These are the first tears. A facsimile of grief, as though trying on its trappings for size.…
Stainless steel cleaves the onion in two. A sulphurous tang rises, stinging eyes, blurring vision. These are the first tears. A facsimile of grief, as though trying on its trappings for size.…